?"Nunca quiero hablarle u o?r su vozotra vez!" ella hab?a tronado. "Usted ha avergonzado tanto usted como m?.No levant? a mi hijo para ser un ladr?n. ...No trabaj? yo mismo la mitad ala muerte, que toma en la lavander?a de otra gente, hacer que usted sehiciera un pervertido y robara las bragas y femeninas de las muchachas!"Su voz era bastante fuerte para los otros pasajeros para o?rla cadapalabra. Esto hizo da?o a ella, sin duda, ser o?do diciendo tales cosasterribles, pero esto hizo da?o a ?l. Down in the parking lot, she saw people loading things into cars, many with ski racks on the roof. Unfazed by her nakedness and the fact that she was only on the second floor, easily visible to anyone who might happen to look up, she continued to stand there watching them walk back and forth, secretly thrilled that at any moment someone could glance up and see her. As she stood watching, a black Cherokee pulled into the parking lot and parked directly across from her window. She could see. Edwards?? Bethany asked. ?My dad wasn’t very specific. He just said that instead of driving me up to camp, I’d be ‘shipped’, which doesn’t make much sense to me.?Tasha smiled and began applying the mascara. ?Well, I don’t want to ruin any surprises,? she said stoically. ?But rest assured, your adventure is about to start!? Tasha finished Beth’s eyes and then took a small step back, her eyes slipping up and down the girl’s body. ?Bethany? Are you wet?? Tasha asked quietly, looking around. . This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Operators of erotic story web sites and other collections, whether free or fee-based, have my permission to post and/or distribute my stories, provided that credit is given to "Hungry Guy" as the author. You may not make changes other than fixing typos. Even beware of fixing typos, for I occasionally use local slang and dialects that may be flagged.